A decadently rich, seared foie gras on top of a melt-in-your-mouth iron skillet steak. Can life get any better than this?
No, would be the answer in any other lifetime. But today, Amir Johnson walked in and graced us as our dinner companions for the evening. I won't elaborate on how tender and flavourful and amazing the steaks are here. After all, if it's good enough for a Raptors power forward...
The service:
The waiters know their stuff. I wasn't sure which steak to go with out of the plethora presented. Having read somewhere that 'merican cows are injected with bovine growth hormones to promote growth, I asked the waiter to clarify. He was really patient in explaining the whole process. (I ultimately decided on a Canadian steak because of this. Big mistake. That illegal-in-Canada-BGH must do something to the American cows, because after trying both side by side...mine just felt kinda sad.)
The cherry on top:
You will be presented with little cute muffins post dinner. These little touches win me over everytime.